170. Must Not Die
Liya was a little dazed.
Becoming an undead meant having to “die” once.
After death, the soul would dissipate, and the body would decay.
And a necromancer could capture the soul, and the body would be resurrected in some way.
Normal necromancy could only make the body “move,” forcefully binding the soul to a decaying body. Although some could make the blood flow or make some bodily functions work, at best, it was just the difference between a skeleton soldier and a ghoul.
But the Necrolord’s magic could allow the dead to completely retain their former bodies, and even maintain their youth. However, they still belonged to the category of undead, beings who had truly “died.”
White Miry was the final version of this product, but White Miry would never be attached to any necromancer. She herself was one.
“Become my undead, and you will be completely mine, completely submissive to me.”
White Miry pinched Liya’s cheek.
For a moment, Liya’s heart was moved.
She had always liked White Miry…
Becoming her plaything didn’t seem so bad. Since she could retain her consciousness and soul, she had no worries. She didn’t know if she had already become pathological, but she suddenly felt that dedicating her entire self to the cute little White Miry was the most precious gift she could give.
This way, she could be with White Miry forever.
And,
Everyone with White Miry was undead. Being the only living being made her feel a little out of place.
Perhaps…
So, Liya knelt before White Miry’s small body.
Her black stockings touched the cold ground.
Seeing this, the latter pursed her lips slightly and began to stroke Liya from head to toe.
Then, a ghostly blue magic flowed from White Miry’s hand and entered Liya’s body.
As if suddenly in a glacier, Liya subconsciously shivered.
But soon, the cold was replaced by warmth.
When she came to her senses, her life force was being gradually drained away by White Miry’s slender arms. Like someone who had lost too much blood, her consciousness began to blur.
Yes…
This is fine…
Being turned into her puppet by White Miry, perhaps this can also fill the void in my heart.
Anyway, I like her.
I’m afraid I’ll only love her wholeheartedly from now on.
…
As if she were about to die, various fragments of her life appeared in her mind.
Just then, Liya recalled the second half of her dream.
But it was clearer, more profound than the dream.
As if it were imprinted on the deepest part of her soul, and now, on the verge of death, Liya could see the contusion deep in her soul.
She dragged her small body and fled, absolutely not wanting to disappoint her mother.
I must live.
In the dark, rainy night, her hearing could no longer guide her senses. Under the endless bombardment of magic, she could only hold her head and run towards the distance.
And just then, even as a child, she felt a chill. She was stopped by the pressure, and subconsciously lost the desire to escape. She looked back at the ruins behind her, at the tall figure standing in the black rain.
A red lightning bolt struck, instantly illuminating her vision.
He was tall, all black, with a neat beard and a cruel smile.
As a child, she didn’t know who he was, only feeling a primal fear, wanting to escape from here… to get far away, back to a safe shelter, or a deep cave where no one could find her.
And she just froze.
Not only because of that dragon, but also because she realized that the ruins were the place where she had just been with her mother. And just then, that tall dragon glanced at Liya.
His appearance was completely exposed to Liya!
This time, she saw it clearly.
The one who had killed her mother, the one who had plunged the dragon race into war, her enemy—
Dragon Slayer!
“Live.”
“I have to live… live by any means necessary.”
“Ah—!”
The awakened Liya pushed White Miry away.
She was covered in a cold sweat, panting heavily, her eyes wide, her teeth bared fiercely.
The process of becoming an undead was interrupted, and her consciousness returned to reality.
Seeing the dazed look on the cute, sleeping White Miry’s face, Liya calmed down, stood up, and picked up the little one from the ground. However, having lost a lot of life force just now made her slightly tired.
“Liya, did you remember something bad?”
“I’m fine.”
“…”
White Miry lowered her head and didn’t expose the other. It wasn’t the first time Liya had hidden something, and at least White Miry was well aware of this. After all, she had spent that night of the war’s outbreak with Liya.
The two had been together since they were young, and their strength and position had basically been promoted at the same time. As a talent cultivated and valued by Calysia, they had become important dragons, Demon Moons.
“White Miry…”
Liya clenched her fists:
“I’m sorry, I won’t become your undead, because I can’t die.”
“Mmph,” White Miry nodded, like a good child admitting a mistake.
Seeing this, Liya picked up White Miry’s small and light body, placed her on the ground, and said with a firm smile:
“Before I kill that person, I absolutely cannot die.”
Mura was very happy to learn that the President of the God Slaying Society was coming to the elven kingdom.
She waited in her office early in the morning, wearing her cutest clothes, like a flamboyant young girl.
Thinking of Reina’s figure, she couldn’t help but feel excited.
For some reason, she just wanted to get a little closer to her.
And the more she thought about it, the stranger her body and mind became.
At five in the morning, there was a knock on the office door.
The one who opened the door was a figure with azure hair.
She wore a white and golden gorgeous dress, her holy aura natural.
However, what was a pity was that Mura only knew that this goddess had had an unknown passionate love affair with the Dragon King.
“Mura, let’s go.”
“Okay~”
Mura hummed a song and followed behind Reina.
Their destination was the dark elven kingdom. The President had invited her in the name of “visiting the Dark Elf Queen.”
And,
What was unbelievable to Mura was that she was now using the Goddess of Light’s body.
Didn’t this mean that she was actively admitting that the Dragon Queen who had come for the rendezvous was the goddess?
This was a truth that most people, even the Blood Queen, didn’t know.
The trust made Mura even more excited. Her small hands kept caressing her pointed ears, a sign of Mura’s excitement and shyness.
And as they got closer to the teleportation magic circle, the Goddess of Light was tainted by a black mist, grew a tail and wings, and transformed into the Dragon Queen’s appearance in front of her.
“Mura, I have a request.”
“Yes! Lady Dragon Queen~” Mura’s voice was sweet.
“I want you to run for the next Dark Elf Queen.”
